moonstone
- author
- Dec 15, 2021
- 1 min read
gather me at my wake,
for I'll be nothing if not ashes fired from your embrace.
numbing hands, summer snowflake face,
shortly expiating my shade with your refraction,
the moon shows its splendor in your eyes.
shortly, rays erase your perceptible presence,
i'll search for your glint in the earth soon again, my darling.
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